a bunch of leftovers

I will do nothing, not act at all,
O man I want to run but I'm confined to crawl.
It's so sublime to bawl,
It's like how I feel when I rhyme to yall,
If you made me choose between the two I would have to stall,
Feelings make me feel, like the earth is raw,
When I can't, upon my lip I habitually naw,
Like a lyric is the mode to your mind upon which I fictitiously draw,
Just to take theological issues and submit them to saw,
Split the atom of the issue, ignite the brawl,
Start the fire, jump the couch, set out in a sprawl,
Place your spirit and mind in the lap of the Lord no one ever saw,



rhymes of no essense

I'll bring you more than a song,
For what's a song ever done
To spread the Lord's love,
The Good News of the Son,
As the sun never sweats to set,
So my mind never minds to forget,
All those rhyme of nonsense, no essense
Other rappers bringing words but forgetting to bring lessons,
Like a teacher without a plan, all these nonsense jams,
My intro is the bell to this audio school session.

Let me first define love, for it's a trinity too,
Agape is the Lords', brotherly between me an you,
And then there is erotic, man and and wife confined,
But to be sure God is love, so this Word's divine.
Now that that's done, we can continue what He's begun,
Wondering why we speak about love when we're demonstrating none.
I love this girl, I'm in love with this guy,
Makes me sick to my heart, to the point that I cry,
TO the point that He died, so that we would survive,
Assuming that we believed and our hearts were made right.


I just was tired and bored writing some papers for Finals......I might do more later

Tsunami

A wave of the Spirit's movement, of immeasurable size, is headed our way.


Spirit of the Lord, wash over my soul,
Let me taste your grace upon the tongue with which I extol
Your glory,
Tell me again of Your magnificence,
Veiled within HiStory.
Good News forever, though no longer heeded,
Rip apart my reality because my spirit needs it.

Take me back to sustenance,
Remove me to the One
Basic need of my existence,
Father, Spirit, Son.

Give me life through Your power breath,
Fill my center with Your wind,
Remove from me what once brought death,
Take from me my sin.

Forgive me for such rebelliousness,
Iniquity plagues my mind,
Replace in me Your holiness,
You, Spirit, dwelling in my finite-self, divine.


O what a gift,
Such title does not give Honor,
For you renewed an eternal rift,
And redeemed me into Your Son's alma mater.





Comment please if you think my theology is totally messed up...........sometimes when I'm reviewing my work I don't catch ever mistake.

Waaaa!!!

I'm in a tired, need sleep, otherwise I'll be a little ornery, mood

Reading day

Today is the official College Reading Day. This day is always on the Wednesday before final exams begin (Thursday). Why do they call this day reading day? Perhaps it has to do with the enormous amounts of reading Hillsdale Students are given, an amount which only the most diligent will ever accomplish reading on time for each class. Personally my classes amounted to the following amounts of reading this semester:

Micro Economics: 350 pages (extra large, glossy text book), 50 pages (average sized)
American Foreign Policy: 1800 pages (780pg textbook) (over 1000 pages handouts)
Gnostics, Pagans, Heretics: Uncertain (at least 1500, bare minimum)
Fiction and Faith: 500 pages (novels, short stories, anthologies...)
History of Economic Thought I: 600 pages (Primary Source Text and Interpretive Text)

Side reading (my fault :)) Bible - 500 pages;

Total: 5,500 pages, That's 80pages/day, M-F. And these pages are not harboring wimpy reading. These are, most of the time, primary source documents. That means we're reading the actual "stuff" instead of what John Doe thinks about the "stuff," even though John Doe was never there.

Now most students here don't "just" read. They also have to write papers, work on projects, be involved in at least 2 extra-curricular activities, eat, and sleep.

This is why students here are so busy and stressed-out almost 100% of the time, however, they only realize it during finals week.

So give someone an encouraging word today; pray with them. We all need it.

Maybe today shouldn't be called the Reading Day. Maybe it should be called the Sleeping: getting enough rest before Finals steal it all, Day. If they really wanted to give students enough time to catch-up in their studies in order to do exceedingly well on their Finals, they would give us at least a week. Nevertheless, one Day gives us hope.


God bless.

Reminder

Be sure to take your vitamins daily :)

Today's awesome readings are Psalm 119-121, Proverbs 4, and whole lot of 2nd Chronicles starting with Chapter 8 and moving ahead.

I feel like rain

teach me about faith through fiction

So I've been rejected say....5 times for this one thing regarding poetry.....and today I saw what was given the spot for that which I was rejected....and I was a little disappointed...usually am....that's just the way that things work I guess...usually see things in a different light...kinda like the Jews with Jesus....kinda like everyone with Jesus...we usually see things the way we want to see them, not the way that they are...but, have hope, because it's not impossible to see them in the pure light.


And so, once again, I was mistaken,
In thinking I would win,
Hopes dashed in the end,
When I couldn't catch the dream I was chasing,
Now, it's time for the anger I'm facing,
To arise.
Fire flames in my eyes,
My heart condemns it all lies,
Why?
I.
Pride.

I hate the loss, and sometimes even victory is bland,
Give me a battle in which I turn and toss,
When it is finished I'll be more of a man,
More than a man, because I did more than I can,
It was all me, nothing more, never less, understand?

It's all armor,
It's my failure proof jacket,
Crying in my soul, I lack the fulfillment I feel I require.

It's all armor,
It's my failure proof jacket,
Actually, I just want to be acknowledged because God made me special too....



So really, pride is just a reflex of our scared little self, seeing the big world in which he feels his voice is being squelched.

Only done for some attention, that is why I strive. I just want someone to impress, to be excited about my life.

Screaming, don't you see me, I'm here, I exist as well. Tell me that you love me, because alone I feel like hell.


Doesn't that ^ seem to reveal more of the realness to the situation...raising our consciousness of the matter....well my friends, that's what fiction and faith are all about.

writing a paper

I'm writing a paper now. Its title is

Faith, Fidelity, and Fornication: Examining matters of faith through the sexual relationships found in the biblical account of David and Bathsheba, John Updike’s “Lifeguard,” and Goethe’s “Faust”